Written by Archita Nayak
those gaps between my fingers
were supposed to be filled by yours.
there’s just air.
Air, scientifically, a mixture of gases,
but, here in the world of my poetry,
it is a mixture of pain, anxiety, insecurity.
And now, as I’ve told you this,
do you realize why this is suffocating,
just by breathing?
Those gases are meant to be shapeless,
then why do they take shape of pain
and haunt me?
Thus, pain is everywhere.
I inhale pain from the air
and exhale pain from my lungs.
it chokes me, then brings me to life
it gives me misery, then brings me to the reality of my life,